With a wardrobe malfunction

It hadn't even been fifteen minutes since Santa's Village had opened when the first sign of trouble appeared.

"Mackenzie!" Walt called, waving her over. Mackenzie reluctantly relinquished the lights she'd been hanging and headed over to her boss. "I dug this out of storage. If there was ever a time to use it, it's today!"

Walt seemed to be holding some sort of old, beaten-up, animatronic elf character.

"And... what exactly are we supposed to be using this for?" she asked hesitantly.

"Well, since we aren't letting any kids in today, I figure this would make a good stand in. We can sit it in Ricky's lap and everything."

"...I guess," Mackenzie muttered.

"Great! Bring the doll over to Ricky and have him do his Santa act with it." Walt flipped a switch somewhere unseen on the doll, then handed it to the redhead.

Mackenzie suppressed a groan, not wanting to get anywhere near that douchebag. But, she did as she was asked. On the way over, the animatronic began whirring to life. It's arm jerked suddenly in Mackenzie's grip and there was a sudden ripping sound. The redheaded "elf" soon registered a slipping sensation from around her right shoulder. As she glanced down she saw the the doll was holding a loose scrap of red fabric. Her dress's shoulder strap had just ripped free from her dress!

Mackenzie blushed as she felt the right half of her dress slip down by an inch or two. The bare skin of her shoulder and upper breast were now hidden by nothing but the doll she cradled in her arms. Even the corner of Mackenzie's black strapless bra was peeking into view!

Mackenzie bit down a curse. She'd known these weren't exactly expensive costumes, but this was ridiculous!